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    Something about Elissa’s health wasn’t adding up.


    A deep crease formed on Ernest’s forehead. Whenever he brought this up with Savannah, she always dodged him.


    Although he never saw Elissa’s medical reports, their recent interactions had given him suspicions.


    In his darkest guess, he feared Elissa’s mind might never function maturely like it used to—meaning she was trapped in a childlike state forever.


    Could things actually be even more troubling than he feared?


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    Through the windshield, Ernest remained still, simply waiting for the Rolls-Royce to exit and head back to the estate.


    Once it finally did, he drove after it and returned to his own residence as well.


    With time to think, a bold idea crossed his mind—perhaps he should speak to Elissa directly.


    However, finding the chance to meet her was already difficult. And on top of that, Savannah never left her side.


    Was there a way for him to see Elissa without anyone else present?


    Determined to try, Ernest lifted his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and made a call.


    After a brief pause, the line connected.


    “Miss Carrillo, good afternoon.”


    “Mr. Flynn?” Emma’s voice came through with clear surprise. “Do you need something?”


    “Yes.” Ernest kept his tone firm. “I’m hoping you can do me a favor.”


    He added, “Since you’re close to Elissa, could you arrange an opportunity for me to see her privately?”


    The following morning, Elissa was in her room when a servant approached with a message. “Miss Brown, your friend has arrived. Mrs. Brown would like you toe downstairs.”


    Her friend? Who?


    “Alright.” Curious, Elissa set aside her sketch board, changed her outfit in the dressing room, and made her way downstairs.


    As she reached the end of the staircase, lively voices drifted from the living room.


    “Mrs. Brown, trust me. We’ll just enjoy a rxing spa session and maybe do something fun afterward…”


    At the sound of footsteps, both women nced toward the staircase.


    “Elissa!” Emma greeted her with an enthusiastic wave. “Did you miss me? Tell me you’re happy to see me!”


    “I did.” Elissaughed softly, her face brightening. “I’m d you’re here.”


    “See that, Mrs. Brown?” Emma chimed quickly. “Elissa really does like spending time with me.”


    “That’s true,” Savannah responded with a pleased nod and a gentle smile.


    Since her daughter had awakened, moments of genuine joy like this had been rare. Having apanion was clearly doing Elissa good.


    After giving it some thought, Savannah finally said, “Alright then. Enjoy your time, but make sure to get her home before it gets toote.”


    A small worry still lingered; she feared Elissa’s body might not withstand too much activity.


    “No need to worry, Mrs. Brown. I’ll bring her back well before dinner.”


    “Good.” Savannah nodded, then looked at Elissa. “Keep your phone close and call me if anything feels off.”


    “I have it with me.”


    “Come on,” Emma said brightly, rising and gently taking Elissa’s arm. “Let’s get going.”


    Outside the estate, Emma directed the driver toward the bustling city center.


    Their car inched through traffic, passing lively shops and busy sidewalks, until it rolled to a stop.


    “We’ve arrived, Elissa,” Emma said as she helped her step out.


    ncing up at the building, Elissa noticed immediately that its design didn’t match Ontmond’s usual style at all—modern, crisp lines reced the elegant, historical aesthetic she was used to.


    “Come with me,” Emma said, leading her toward the entrance. “I’m telling you—this ce is the best. They’re especially good with muscle soreness and sprains, so a little treatment will really help our feet feel better.”


    “Alright.”


    Just as Emma had said, once the massage session ended, Elissa noticed that the stiffness in her ankle had nearly disappeared.


    When they finished, Emma suggested grabbing a drink, so they headed to a cozy café nearby and took a seat.


    “Wait here for a moment, okay?” Emma shed a reassuring smile. “I’m just stepping to the restroom.”


    “Okay.” Elissa took a small sip of her freshly served beverage and rxed in her chair.


    Before long, someone walked over and pulled out the chair across from her.


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